#oliver001

[ofenigmas]

who: @ofepiphxny where: the corner hub when: july 13

Ridiculous. Of all the ideas Giselle has had this month, visiting a man she claims not to be her brother --in Vice of all places -- is the worst yet. She's better than this, above dwelling on a past life, isn't she? Yes, she is, because Giselle had remembered her resolve right before she'd knocked on Christian's door, forced herself to turn around, and sworn to go immediately home. Unfortunately, she only makes it as far as the Shopping District before noticing one of Christian's boyfriends strolling down the street. Shit. Could today get any worse?

With a desperate flourish, Giselle all but spins into The Corner Hub, as if she's in an action film and on the run. Perhaps not nearly as gracefully as she quite literally crashes into one of the employees, but hey, anyone is better than the mess she's avoided outside. "I'm so sorry, I'm ... having a dizzy spell, I just need a --"

It's been eighteen years since he'd abandoned her at a time so mortifying that to this day Giselle still hasn't managed to let anyone other than Christian close enough to tell, but those eyes are woefully scarred in her memory. Five years since he returned out of nowhere and she'd refused to listen to a word he said, claiming she didn't even remember him. It had been a torrent of emotions, then. Relief that he hadn't been dead, humiliation that there was finally confirmation he really had just grown bored of her, a wave of indecision that threatened to swallow her. Now, as she stumbles to shove herself away from Oliver Bharrat, she's wracked with a wave of guilt, followed by resentment. Why should she feel guilty for doing whatever it took to design a life where she was worth being kept around? "No, -- I-I ... Nevermind, they have everything I need across the bridge."

[thechxsewxlker]

Looking for Some Company

@faerieiism​

Chase had yet to have someone sent to his room to ‘entertain’ him as someone might say. But Chase wasn’t just looking for someone to entertain him, if he were to get someone, he would want them to be his companion. He was a master who believed in equality and in the fact that if you treat others the way you want to be treated then you will make more friends than enemies. With everything going on, friends were a much better outlook. 

He had the guards bring a male to his room and told them to make sure they knocked and he would be the one to get the door. Chase had gotten things ready seeming as he wasn’t sure what the person they brought might like, he just tried to make everything look as comfortable as possible. He sat down on the couch and turned on the tv as he waited for the knock. 

[calliope-knight]

Kaia had never really been one for exercise, walking the streets of New York usually kept her fit enough. However, becoming a werewolf had changed things. It wasn’t about fitness, but training to use her new abilities to her advantage. Gale her taught her a lot, but he was busy and she couldn’t always train with him. Hearing about a gym that had opened up recently, one that was run by a werewolf, Kaia decided to give it a try. Walking in Kaia glanced around, it was around lunchtime so there were only a few people dotted about. Catching the scent of a werewolf Kaia followed the scent and found the wolf pounding the shit out of a punchbag, “What did the punchbag ever do to you?” Kaia asked with a light laugh. @not-a-saint-lawrence

[lunalderidge]

Her fingers grasp against the collar of the jacket, tightening its wrap around her shoulder, as far as she can manage, as if she was being carried away from the woods. She doesn’t have the energy to ask moreover to struggle her way out of his embrace. She doesn’t want to.. When her source of heat was merely a layer of clothing with nothing underneath, and the warmth that was offered by his arms. Her gaze lands upon his face, studying his expression, before she could feel consciousness slowly fleeting, due to the cold that penetrated to the very marrow in her bones. She doesn’t fight back, when her heavy lids once again forced her eyes to close, allowing the darkness once again engulfed her in.

The next time she’s awake, her body racked with the rheumy cough that had been brought on in the weather conditions that had developed over the last few hours. It hadn’t slipped from her attention that they are no longer on the outside, braving the chill air, instead in a warmer place, that she could placed as someone’s room, presumably his. As he delicately placed her against the soft surface, her gaze had been following his and every move.

“--Where -- what is this place?”

@olivercarson​

[untakenroadss]

who: jo + oliver (@fvckthepctriarchy) where: centennial park

jo didn't know. a thing about hockey until two years ago, when jake had picked it up during the baseball off-season. he'd told her matter-of-factly over a bowl of lucky charms that the best athletes were multi-sports atheletes until at least high school -and sometimes into college- to help them stay in shape and develop other skills. nonplussed, jo had signed him up for a rec league that same day. when they'd moved to new york, he'd taken to playing pickup games with other kids at the local rink, but he'd recently joined a league and today was his first practice at the outdoor rink at the park.

she'd been planning on sticking around to watch, but the twelve-year-old had ducked away from her attempt at smoothing down his hair and shrugged out of her hug too quickly before mumbling that the other parents all just picked their kids up after...or just let them walk or take the subway home. jo was still a little leery about that even if they'd been here a few months, but after a particularly long stare from jake -in which he'd looked way too much like his father- she'd relented, making him promise to drop his location once he was done so she could follow his path home.

that left jo with some time to kill, so she weaved her way along one of the paths of the park until she got far enough away that she could still keep an eye on the practice without jake noticing and dropped onto a bench. she sighed loudly and rummaged around in her bag, cursing under her breath when she came up empty. 'excuse me," she asked the person on the other end of the bench. "you wouldn't happen to have a light, would you?" she held up an unlit cigarette hopefully.